Apart from location it could easily be 2007; sitting in the lounge, alone, watching Masterchef , eating Salisbury's spinach & ricotta tortellini, trying to distract myself and occupy my time prior to departing for work for a night shift. Often a very bleak time.
So
much has changed, yet at the same time very little. EJT is away on a
school retreat in Stratford–upon-Avon until Friday, and it was
deemed appropriate that I should get a run of nights done in her
absence. If I have to do the off-duty then I might as well
occasionally get it to work for me. But I'd forgotten just how isolated a week of nights can be when you live alone, a day passes without speaking to anyone before arriving back at work. No wonder I was often sad?
I
always intended to write to Jon Torode & Greg Wallace and thank
them for the distraction Masterchef provided at a dark & often
difficult time. Now it's quite a big show (despite the current series
being buried mid-afternoon Monday to Friday, with two prime time
week-end highlight shows) and they have become celebrities in their
own right, but then it was on BBC2 after Eggheads as a teatime show
with small viewing figures. No one was particularly interested, but
it always made me feel hopeful … … … although I'm not sure why?
But
I shouldn't complain; I have a job, a house and love (and much much more
besides)
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